the good news is that every person we meet contributes to us, our lives, and our happiness.
the bad news is that every person we meet contributes to us, our lives, and our happiness.
i hate this spiritual wisdom so much. i want to believe that i know who the right and wrong people are in my life. i also think that if i do enough work and research i can force the right people to come to me at the right time.
(has this ever happened to you?)
when the wrong people show up in our lives
they’re somehow perfect
the completely random people who show up to support me and seem like they have nothing to offer me turn out to be somehow perfect, and i come to love them.
i learn to love myself through loving them
when i absolutely despise someone upon first meeting (yup, that happens, not going to pretend it doesn’t), they likely personify qualities i hate in myself. and since to know someone is to love someone, over time, and, most likely with additional difficult introspective work, i may come to love this person and, hence, come to love a part of myself that i otherwise have consigned to the garbage.
sometimes, the only lesson i learn is to stay far away from someone
see this previous blog post where elf stands for “evil little f*%k”
(or maybe this has happened to you…)
when the “right” people show up in your life
too good to be true syndrome
someone who seems amazing and perfect may be showing another freaking side of the funhouse mirror from me; that is, they seem amazing because, like i sometimes do, they are trying to be amazing rather than just being the amazing being they truly are. again, this is an opportunity to love myself when i’m trying too hard.
beware of soulmates…
the term “soulmate” implies that i only have one and that finding my soulmate is a uniformly positive experience. this isn’t always how it shows up for me. in any lifetime, we encounter multiple people we seem connected to through time and space. my experience is that, soulmate or not, i need to proceed with caution. this lifetime may be the lifetime where we stop hurting each other. maybe the only lesson is, “i’m done” with this [a variation on elf above]
